Pancake Song of the Year count down
Det har varit lite stressigt på sistone, blir lätt så runt julen hävdar folk. Idag hade vi lite julspektakel på jobbet. Först lunch på en thairestaurang, modell minimalistiskt trendig, och sen Cirque De Solei. Mitt i detta anordnades även ett väldigt amerikanskt ”secret santa” där vi blev tilldelade en person vi skulle köpa något till. De flesta valde roliga saker, som pinpongbollar till Bear Pong, Vodka och godis (till mig), medan jag själv gick ut och valde den ryske superpoeten Bulgakovs mästerverk ”Mästaren och Margarita”. Den fick väl kanske inget lysande mottagare av sin nye ägare, som mest verkade snegla mot bordsgrannen som fått en mycket mindre intellektuellt krävande gåva i form av två cigarrer. Men hypotetisk gör som vanligt sitt bästa för att sprida lite kultur runtomkring sig.
I morgon flyger redaktionen till Charlotte, North Carolina, för en riktig sydstats jul. Med sig dit tar vi med oss vår nya mp3-spelare, en röd Ipod Nano. Ni som känner mig väl överraskas säkert av detta val, eftersom jag fört mitt eget korståg mot den konformism som präglar alla ensligt trendiga applefantaster. Men, efter noggranna efterforskningar kom jag fram till att den nya Nanon trots allt var det bästa alternativet, så nu är jag lika löjlig som alla andra appletöntar i den här staden, lite sorgligt är det. Har även införskaffat nya pyjamasbyxor från Ralph Lauren, dom är stiligt rutiga och passar perfekt till mina gubbiga tofflor.
Vår redaktionsmedlem i Amsterdam, a.k.a. mr Pancake har återigen ägnat stora delar av december till att hitta dom där låtarna som ni absolut inte får missa från detta 2007. Han skriver väldigt roligt också, och så kan han inte Svenska, trots att han åkte tåg genom halva landet i somras. Dagens postning innehåller låt nummer 10 och 9
Yes, party people, it’s that time of the year again: December. The time of snow, ice, fatsos in red velvet and top ten lists. Now, I ask you, who is more capable of kicking off the top ten season than me, Mr Pancake himself? That’s right, I’ve saved the hypotetisk blog twice before from dreadful oblivion, and I’m here to do it again. Which shouldn’t be hard, I might add, since about 95% of this blog – and rising – is in fucking Swedish now. Indeed, in the last year I’ve obtained a scientific degree, as a way to understate my musical prowess and make sure all of you Pete Doherty fans know you have no clue what you’re talking about, and that I should not be questioned.
So, now that we let those formalities behind us, it’s time to kick off the annual, undisputed Pancake Song of the Year Top 10. Is this awesome or what?
10. Ai Aso – A No L
Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking. What the fuck is this? Is this a joke? Did this pancake dude spend the last nine months on another planet? Is he just fucking with me?
No, in case you haven’t yet realised, I just happen to fucking own and now where to find great tunes. This, peeps, is one of them. As far as I know – which is, admittedly, remarkably little – this is some Korean female singer-songwriter bursting out one of the finest tunes one will hear all year, while sporting not just one, but two of the best fucking guitar solos by anyone in recent history. Let’s face it: if any of you took the trouble of downloading this, you’d soon agree that it’s been a long time since you heard any guitarist playing so beautifully restrained, with more than a hint of tremolo, yet still hitting every single note right on the spot. Oh, wait, did I say two guitar solos? Hot damn, there’s even a third. Case closed.
What I also like so much about this song is what I call the Sigur Rós-effect: vocals in languages you understand fuck all about kick ass. We all, I assume, remember listening to Sigur Rós’ first two albums, Agaetis Byrjun and ( ), and fantasising about the wonderful Middle Earth ish stories they seemed to spread over their endless epics, in true Zeppelin fashion (I’m talking the band Led Zeppelin here, for the record. Actual zeppelins have insanely little to do with Lord of the Rings, I’m afraid). However, a little bit of research usually proved enough to utterly deprive such myths and show that Sigur Rós spent most of their time singing about new batteries and shit – I’m not even kidding. Anyway, I like this song so much exactly because I will never allow that to happen to myself again. For all I know, ‘A No L’ – what a great song title it is, by the way – is about feeding a cat and clipping your toenails at the same time, and I’ll be damned if I let anything take that thought away from me.
9. M.I.A. – Bamboo Banger
More chick vocals? You bet your ass. One of the themes – spoiler alert – of my top ten this year will be that non-American urban/hip hop music nowadays is actually more interesting than its American counterparts. Wait, did I just use the word ‘themes’ in a top ten list? Damn right I did, since I am actually an academic now and music is not something to get all ignorant about.
M.I.A. probably agrees. I use the word ‘probably’ because I read everywhere that she’s all politically engaged and all, but half of the time I frankly have no fucking clue what she’s talking about. ‘Bamboo Banger’, however, does feature the wonderful lyric ‘Knocking on the doors of your Hummer, Hummer’, and that’s something. The insistent ‘c’mon’ sample throughout most of the song as an addition is almost enough by itself to claim its place in this list – is that Pharrell’s voice?! – but luckily, there’s much more to this song.
Specifically, ‘much more’ kicks in at 1:42, when that amazing beat kicks in at full force, shortly followed by another abundant collection of Bollywood ish samples. Ever since I kind of liked the Mars Volta’s early stuff and Mogwai and stuff, I have always had this fascination for climax postponement: in short, whenever an artist takes somewhere between one and five minutes to take a track absolutely nowhere, and then kick out the jams completely, I go ape shit. That’s what M.I.A. does, really, so who am I not to acknowledge that? Well, quite a cool motherfucker, actually, but when you’ve managed to follow up a mega-hype like Arular with an even slightly acclaimed piece of work that is Kala, you get my vote alright.
I morgon flyger redaktionen till Charlotte, North Carolina, för en riktig sydstats jul. Med sig dit tar vi med oss vår nya mp3-spelare, en röd Ipod Nano. Ni som känner mig väl överraskas säkert av detta val, eftersom jag fört mitt eget korståg mot den konformism som präglar alla ensligt trendiga applefantaster. Men, efter noggranna efterforskningar kom jag fram till att den nya Nanon trots allt var det bästa alternativet, så nu är jag lika löjlig som alla andra appletöntar i den här staden, lite sorgligt är det. Har även införskaffat nya pyjamasbyxor från Ralph Lauren, dom är stiligt rutiga och passar perfekt till mina gubbiga tofflor.
Vår redaktionsmedlem i Amsterdam, a.k.a. mr Pancake har återigen ägnat stora delar av december till att hitta dom där låtarna som ni absolut inte får missa från detta 2007. Han skriver väldigt roligt också, och så kan han inte Svenska, trots att han åkte tåg genom halva landet i somras. Dagens postning innehåller låt nummer 10 och 9
Yes, party people, it’s that time of the year again: December. The time of snow, ice, fatsos in red velvet and top ten lists. Now, I ask you, who is more capable of kicking off the top ten season than me, Mr Pancake himself? That’s right, I’ve saved the hypotetisk blog twice before from dreadful oblivion, and I’m here to do it again. Which shouldn’t be hard, I might add, since about 95% of this blog – and rising – is in fucking Swedish now. Indeed, in the last year I’ve obtained a scientific degree, as a way to understate my musical prowess and make sure all of you Pete Doherty fans know you have no clue what you’re talking about, and that I should not be questioned.
So, now that we let those formalities behind us, it’s time to kick off the annual, undisputed Pancake Song of the Year Top 10. Is this awesome or what?
10. Ai Aso – A No L
Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking. What the fuck is this? Is this a joke? Did this pancake dude spend the last nine months on another planet? Is he just fucking with me?
No, in case you haven’t yet realised, I just happen to fucking own and now where to find great tunes. This, peeps, is one of them. As far as I know – which is, admittedly, remarkably little – this is some Korean female singer-songwriter bursting out one of the finest tunes one will hear all year, while sporting not just one, but two of the best fucking guitar solos by anyone in recent history. Let’s face it: if any of you took the trouble of downloading this, you’d soon agree that it’s been a long time since you heard any guitarist playing so beautifully restrained, with more than a hint of tremolo, yet still hitting every single note right on the spot. Oh, wait, did I say two guitar solos? Hot damn, there’s even a third. Case closed.
What I also like so much about this song is what I call the Sigur Rós-effect: vocals in languages you understand fuck all about kick ass. We all, I assume, remember listening to Sigur Rós’ first two albums, Agaetis Byrjun and ( ), and fantasising about the wonderful Middle Earth ish stories they seemed to spread over their endless epics, in true Zeppelin fashion (I’m talking the band Led Zeppelin here, for the record. Actual zeppelins have insanely little to do with Lord of the Rings, I’m afraid). However, a little bit of research usually proved enough to utterly deprive such myths and show that Sigur Rós spent most of their time singing about new batteries and shit – I’m not even kidding. Anyway, I like this song so much exactly because I will never allow that to happen to myself again. For all I know, ‘A No L’ – what a great song title it is, by the way – is about feeding a cat and clipping your toenails at the same time, and I’ll be damned if I let anything take that thought away from me.
9. M.I.A. – Bamboo Banger
More chick vocals? You bet your ass. One of the themes – spoiler alert – of my top ten this year will be that non-American urban/hip hop music nowadays is actually more interesting than its American counterparts. Wait, did I just use the word ‘themes’ in a top ten list? Damn right I did, since I am actually an academic now and music is not something to get all ignorant about.
M.I.A. probably agrees. I use the word ‘probably’ because I read everywhere that she’s all politically engaged and all, but half of the time I frankly have no fucking clue what she’s talking about. ‘Bamboo Banger’, however, does feature the wonderful lyric ‘Knocking on the doors of your Hummer, Hummer’, and that’s something. The insistent ‘c’mon’ sample throughout most of the song as an addition is almost enough by itself to claim its place in this list – is that Pharrell’s voice?! – but luckily, there’s much more to this song.
Specifically, ‘much more’ kicks in at 1:42, when that amazing beat kicks in at full force, shortly followed by another abundant collection of Bollywood ish samples. Ever since I kind of liked the Mars Volta’s early stuff and Mogwai and stuff, I have always had this fascination for climax postponement: in short, whenever an artist takes somewhere between one and five minutes to take a track absolutely nowhere, and then kick out the jams completely, I go ape shit. That’s what M.I.A. does, really, so who am I not to acknowledge that? Well, quite a cool motherfucker, actually, but when you’ve managed to follow up a mega-hype like Arular with an even slightly acclaimed piece of work that is Kala, you get my vote alright.
posted by Patrik Edvardsson at 6:39 fm
1 Comments:
I mina öron låter det som ett helt vanligt julklappsbyte som man hade på lågstadiet, men det kanske är "typiskt amerikanskt". En kul anekdot är att Danne som nittonåring valde att köpa ett stickat penisfodral på sitt dåvarande jobbs julfest. Det ska enligt rykten ha blivit "knäpptyst i lokalen."
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